The Missed Musical Beat

In an orchestra grand, where symphonies swell,
Musicians prepare, each note they must tell.
The conductor’s baton, a guide to their play,
Ensures perfect timing, come night or day.

Yet one violinist, is eager and ardent,
Plays a bit early, unseen but discordant.
His notes, though correct, disrupt the grand sound,
Create disharmony that echoes around.

The melody falters, the harmony wanes,
What should have been music, now only strains.
For playing the right notes, but out of time’s place,
Leaves the whole orchestra, in disjointed disgrace.

So with the Sabbath, a rhythm divine,
Measured from Full Moons, YAH’s celestial design.
To count from a day, fixed by human decree,
Is to miss the true beat, as all will agree.

Just as each musician, must follow the lead,
We, too, must align with the heavenly creed.
The Full Moon marks the start, the Sabbath’s true guide,
In full light we find rest, with the Creator abide.

Each seventh-day beckons, a call to unwind,
A time for reflection, for heart, and for mind.
But if we miscount, with a cycling week,
 The seven-day rhythm is all up a creek.

The harmony lost, the discord it brings,
A symphony of life with out-of-tune strings.
For rest and for worship, the timing is key,
To join in the cadence of eternity.

The conductor, our Maker, with wisdom, does guide,
His baton is the moon, through phases it glides.
Each cycle begins, a fresh count anew,
To find the seventh day, in its light, we pursue.

As musicians in life, we must heed the call,
To play in His timing, to rise and to fall.
For in the divine beat, our souls find their peace,
In sync with the heavens, our worries release.

So listen, oh hearts, to the rhythm so pure,
The full New Moon’s light, our path to ensure.
Align with its brilliance, count each day with care,
And find the true Sabbath, in His rest we share.

In the symphony of life, let’s play our part,
In tune with the heavens, with all of our heart.
For only in harmony, with our Creator’s plan,
Can we find true rest, as it was meant for man.

The missed beat reminds us, the lesson is clear,
To follow YAH’s rhythm, with reverence and cheer.
The full New Moon’s count, with little more than a blink,
In the dance of the cosmos, our souls are in sync.